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sleeves of his robe so that his chest was bare and then lifted Valen
back into his arms.

Draco watched as his son's mouth latched on to his husband's
nipple and he shivered. He had never felt so envious of anything in
his life. He looked down, picking at the splinter in his hand.

Harry continued to stare down at Valen for a few moments
before looking up at Draco again. "Don't worry," he said, despite
how he himself was feeling. "We'll find it."

Draco nodded and got to his feet. "I'm going to ... shower and
dress," he said, not knowing what else to say.

"Okay," Harry said, nodding. Even that hurt. He wouldn't be able
to shower with Draco.

Draco felt the same way, having rarely even showered or bathed
without Harry. He had known before that they spent nearly all their
time together, but the loss of touch made it so much more sharp.
Sharp and painful, he thought, allowing himself to cry in the shower.

– CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR –

On the Edge

Harry was, indeed, going insane. An entire week had gone by and no
one could find any answer to Harry and Draco's problem. Harry had
taken to pacing, and itching, and sniffing, and playing with his
fingernails. Anything to distract him from what he really wanted: to
reach out and touch his husband. There had, of course, been a few
slips, but Draco would yelp when they accidentally touched and then
Harry would feel like screaming and ripping his hair out. They'd
looked through tons of books already, but the problem was that what
they'd done had never before been recorded. Why? Why did they
have to get in these fucking messes? Harry didn't know. And it wasn't
fair. Wasn't he supposed to be having a happily ever after? That had
been what was supposed to happen. But, no. Of course not. He was,
after all, Harry Potter.

He sighed and downed his drink before giving the old woman
sitting at the table across from him a rather fake smile. He really
wanted to roll his eyes at all the fake. He and Draco were attending
an evening party given by the Minister, an evening party mostly filled
with the wizarding world's ancient, rich, uppity hags and hermits,
who sat counting their money and over-pricing their products. He
was only there because Draco, in the process of rebuilding
investments, had wanted to come. Harry could understand why his
husband had wanted to go, but it didn't mean that he was happy
about being there. He was bored, and not in a very good mood, and
sick of the whispering surrounding himself and Draco. It had to be
about the article that had appeared in the paper and, to add to it all,
they hadn't been able to touch.

Draco had been saved the struggle of not touching his husband
by the fact that they weren't seated next to each other. He was seated
across and two down from Harry. Draco was talking with Reginald
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shopping centre. Personally, Draco wasn't too excited by the concept,
but he made it a policy to keep an eye on new ideas that came into
the rebuilding projects. The blond glanced up again to where his
husband sat squirming and trying to be polite. Under normal
circumstances, he would find an excuse to go to the loo, drag his
lover into an empty room and give him a nice reward for his
patience. In fact, Draco was so taken with the idea of sucking Harry
off in Scrimgeour's house that he completely missed part of what his
dinner companion was saying while he had been staring, and nearly
drooling, over his husband.

Harry looked up to see Draco staring at him like he was, and he
wouldn't have been surprised if his eye began twitching. He couldn't
remember ever having wanked as much as he had in the past week.
Not even when he'd first discovered what wanking was.

Draco blushed when Harry looked back and looked down. He
shouldn't have been embarrassed to look at his own husband like this
but with not being able to touch him, it felt like teasing. He tried to at
least pretend to follow the conversation with the contractor.

Harry sighed and looked away as well, shifting around in his seat
again.

"Harry," said a loud, boisterous, important sort of voice from
next to him. It was Griffin Skower, grandson to Mrs Skower and
owner of Skower's cleaning supplies, who'd been trying to engage
Harry in conversation since he and Draco had arrived.

"Yes?" Harry asked politely.
"Do you still play Quidditch at all?"
"Well, I haven't played a real game in a while, but, yeah, I
suppose," Harry replied with a shrug. He didn't look over at Draco
again, but Quidditch made him think of their match, which made him
think of what had happened before and after that match, which only
made him think of the frustrating fact that there would be no sex
waiting for him when he got home.
Draco was used to being aroused by his husband, but the lack of
ability to do anything about it was driving him insane. Dinner was
over and it was time for the socialising to continue. This was often
where he made some of his best deals, but he was doubtful of his
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"Good man. Good man," Skower continued, smiling. "My son
just turned ten, you know. We had a pitch built at our estate for his
birthday. He just loves the thing, and I'm a bit of a fan myself."

Harry smiled vapidly and nodded, wondering if he was going to
get to the point.

"Have you met my daughter?" Skower asked suddenly.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Erm ... no," he said, thrown by this.
"Well, she would just be so envious of my being here with you.
She just finished school last year."
"Hogwarts?" Harry asked.
"Oh, no," said Skower, sighing. "Her mother wanted her to
attend Beauxbatons. It's where the Mrs went, after all."
Harry still had no idea what the point of this was.
Draco glanced over at Harry who seemed to be socialising again
and then turned back the contractor. He told the man to owl him a
proposal and he would consider it. Forblis frowned, wanting to go
into more details immediately.
"My daughter, Natalie, is a big Quidditch player as well," Skower
continued still. "She's followed the Wasps since she was just a tiny
thing." He chuckled. "She'll be having a game with a few of her
school friends next weekend. Would you be interested in coming?"
"Er ..." Harry said, trailing off. What was he supposed to do?
"She would just love it if you were there. She really can't even
pass up buying a magazine if you're in it, even just a mention of your
name." He chuckled again. "Would you like to see a picture?"
Something about this felt very odd to Harry. It was as if Skower
was trying to ... set him up with his daughter or something.
Draco finally got away and made his way closer to Harry.
Normally, he would just walk up and put his arm around his
husband's waist. Instead, he stood off to the side, trying to catch
Harry's eye.
Skowers pulled the picture out before Harry could even reply and
shoved it in his face. His daughter was a very pretty girl, who winked
at him, but Harry looked back up at the man holding the photo,
giving another fake smile. He noticed then that Draco wasn't in his
seat and then he saw him standing a bit away.
"Perhaps we can talk later," Harry said, getting to his feet and

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making his escape.
Skower sighed. "I'll hold you to that, Harry," he said with a wink

like his daughter's.
Harry laughed falsely and then gave Draco a raised-eyebrows

look when he was sure Skowers couldn't see.
Draco had to cross his arms to keep from immediately reaching

for Harry as he approached. He arched an eyebrow. "What was that
about?" he whispered.

"I have no idea," Harry said. "He was trying to get me to meet his
daughter or something."

Draco scowled, eyes narrowed.
Harry sighed. "You know it's because everyone here thinks we're
getting a divorce," he muttered.
Draco's mood hadn't been good, but it was positively nasty now.
"We are leaving," he hissed.
Harry reached to touch Draco's arm, but then stopped himself.
"I'm not going to meet her, Draco," he said, though he really didn't
have any qualms at all about leaving.
"We are still leaving," Draco said, voice low and harsh. He
glanced over to where the Minister and his wife were. "We should say
our goodbyes," he added, grinding his teeth in frustration.
Harry sighed, nodding. He made his way over to Scrimgeour with
Draco.
Minister Scrimgeour frowned but thanked them for coming.
"Nice to see you two out together," his wife added.
Harry twitched slightly at that, but nodded, smiling politely again.
When they were making their way back to leave, Skower grabbed
Harry's arm. "Going off?" he asked.
Harry couldn't believe how determined this man was. "Er, yes,"
he said, glancing at Draco.
"Well, what about that weekend?"
Harry pretended to be disappointed. "I actually have something
planned already, I'm afraid," he said.
Skower’s face fell. "Well, perhaps another time then."
"Perhaps," said Harry.
"Here. I'll give you my address so you can Floo over." He pulled
his wand and used it to Transfigure his spoon and fork into quill and

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ink pot. He scrawled his address onto a napkin and handed it to
Harry with another wink. He paid Draco no attention whatsoever.
"Whenever you like then, Harry," he said.

Harry chuckled strangely and tucked the napkin in his pocket,
stepping quickly away from the table.

Draco was seething mad by the time they made it out of the
room and to the entrance hall where guests could Floo home. His
arms were crossed over his chest and his fingers digging into his arms
so hard the silver hand would no doubt leave bruises.

"I can't believe him," Harry said, eying Draco.
"Home, now," Draco growled, standing in front of the Floo and
waiting for his husband to go through first.
Harry raised his eyebrows before he grabbed some powder from
the mantle and threw it into the flames in the hearth. "Malfoy
Manor," he called, and then began spinning in the fire to their
entrance hall at home.
Draco followed immediately after, stepping out of the fire at the
other end.
Harry stood waiting for Draco and then stepped back when he
arrived, his eyebrows still raised.
Draco strode across the entrance hall, picked up a vase – a very
expensive one – and hurled it at the wall, where it shattered into small
pieces. One flew out, catching him on the cheek.
Harry gasped quietly, staring at the pieces on the floor and then
up to Draco. He could see the cut on his cheek and closed his eyes,
covering them with his hand a moment later. He would've healed that
cut if he'd been able.
"Don't leave the Manor," Draco hissed and then Apparated out
of the room.
Harry brought his hand down from his face quickly, frowning.
Just then, Ron came running into the room.
"What hap-" He stopped short, seeing the broken vase on the
floor.
Harry didn't tell Ron why the vase was shattered, even though he
looked confused. "Where's Valen?" he asked, and the worry must
have been showing on his face, because Ron's face suddenly looked
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"With Hermione in the library," he said. "Where's Dra-"
Harry cut him off. "Is Valen all right for now?" he asked.
"Yeah ..." said Ron slowly.
Harry nodded. "We'll be down later," he said, Apparating to their
bedroom.
Harry didn't see Draco around anywhere. He wasn't in the sitting
room either, or the bathroom, or his lab. Harry sighed, remembering
that one time before when he'd been unable to find Draco, after
they'd realised that Draco couldn't fly with his old construct hand. He
Apparated again, heading for the east turret.
Draco was standing in the space between two merlons, looking
out into the night. He heard the pop behind him but didn't turn.
Harry's eyes widened. "I thought you would be here," he said
very quietly.
Draco shivered and he wasn't sure if it was from the cool night
air. "I can't take it," he said, voice low so he wasn't even sure if Harry
could hear him.
"It's only been a week," Harry said, still quiet but stepping a little
closer. "We'll find a way," he insisted.
"I meant it, you know," Draco said. "That I couldn't live if I
couldn't have you."
"But I'm right here," Harry said nervously. "You still have me."
Draco trembled again, looking down at the concrete walkway
below. The walkway where the moat would have been in previous
generations. He still hadn't turned around to look at his husband.
"Draco," Harry said, stepping even closer. "I'm right here."
"Right there, but out of reach," Draco said. Anger flooded him
again and he was shaking once more.
"Then we'll find the way to reverse what we did," Harry
continued. "Draco, we will. I promise we will."
"And if we can't?" Draco asked, voice shaking, too.
"But we will," Harry said, a violent shiver going through him with
the possibility of Draco's words.
Draco was shaking so bad now that if he stayed on the edge of
the tower, he was likely to fall by accident if not on purpose.
"Promise?" he asked.
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Draco into his arms again.
"And Harry Potter always keeps his promises," Draco said, trying

to reassure himself. He stepped back from between the merlons,
losing his footing and falling to his arse on the stone floor of the
tower.

Harry leapt forward in panic as Draco got down but then sighed
with relief. "Are you okay?" he asked, unable to help him up.

Draco was crying now, tears falling quietly as he looked up at
Harry. "No," he said.

Harry sunk to the ground with him, getting as close as he dared.
"Merlin, Draco, this hurts so much," he whispered, fighting to keep
his own tears away. "Because I don't want to watch you like this. I
don't want you to cry and feel like you have to throw yourself off a
tower. Draco, I love you. I love you more than anything in the entire
world. And I promise that all of this will be okay. I promise."

"Kiss me," Draco whispered.
Harry was silent for a moment. "But I ... I don't want to hurt
you," he whispered back.
"I don't care if it hurts," Draco said.
Harry swallowed and licked his lips, frowning as he leant forward
and pressed his lips to his husband's.
Draco grabbed Harry's face with both hands, holding tight as the
pain shot through his body. He couldn't hold on for even an entire
minute but he forced himself to try. Then he fell back, writhing on
the ground and shuddering.
Harry began to cry, shuddering himself as he watched Draco. He
had thought, for a fleeting instant, that that kiss wouldn't hurt him.
Draco breathed deeply, trying to get himself back under control.
The pain was like Cruciatus. He could have handled anything less, he
told himself. He would have, if it meant he got to touch Harry. He
had tried but failed.
Harry continued to cry, burying his face in his hands.
Draco wiped his tears away and looked at Harry. "I'm sorry," he
whispered. "I shouldn't have made you do that."
"Oh, God," Harry groaned through his sobs. "I'm going to the
library," he said through his uneven breathing, lifting his tear-streaked
face. "I'm not leaving there until I find something."

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"No, go feed our son," Draco said, managing to get to his feet.
"I'll go to the library."

"I'll feed him in the library," Harry said, sniffing as he stood as
well.

"I love you, no matter what happens, I love you," Draco said.
Harry wiped the sleeve of his expensive robes across his eyes. "I
know," he said thickly. "And Griffin Skower's daughter can kiss my
arse."
"No, she can't," Draco said, half growl, half laugh.
Harry managed a tearful laugh, too.

– CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE –

Cold

After another week of no touching, Harry was sure he had crossed
the line between going mad, and being mad, because he was pretty
sure he was mad now. He paced even more, and couldn't sit still, and
the fact that Draco was always in the same room with him made
everything so much worse. But he couldn't bear to have the blond
out of his sight, so there really was no in between.

If he wasn't reading with Draco, he was chasing Valen around,
who, after the first night of crawling just a little, had astoundingly
gained speed and ability faster than Harry would have thought
possible. Harry had taken to putting magical barriers on the doorways
when Valen was in the room. Which, of course, hurt Draco when he
accidentally walked into them since they were invisible. Harry
wondered if he would be bald by the next weekend with all the hair-
pulling stress.

Ron and Hermione were really trying to help Harry and Draco
tremendously as well, but it was hard for them, as they wanted their
wedding in the summer and had a lot of planning to do. Plus, Ron
insisted on paying for it himself and was trying to find work, which
was stress enough for him. Hermione had already been talking with
some people she'd met in the Ministry while she'd been helping
Scrimgeour with the Muggles during war-time, so they were swamped
with their own problems.

Harry sat at the dining room table for dinner that night, once
again trying to feed Valen his baby food while not getting the gooey,
sloppy food on himself.

"Let me feed him," Draco said with a huff. "I'm done, anyway."
He sent his plate back to the kitchen.

Harry turned his head and frowned at Draco. "We just got in
here," he said. "How can you be done already?"

Draco rolled his eyes and held his hand out for the baby spoon –

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silver, of course. "Just let me feed him," he insisted.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "You didn't eat any of it, did you?" he

asked.
"I ate, now give me the fucking spoon," Draco snapped and

Valen's eyes widened, looking like he was about to cry.
"No," Harry said, trying to keep from snapping himself. "I'll feed

the baby and you're going to feed yourself. I know how you get, and I
know you didn't eat anything just now, and I know you didn't eat
lunch or breakfast today because you were in the library. I know you
haven't been eating well all this week, but I didn't say anything. You
are going to eat now, though."

Draco stood up, his chair falling back with a slam and he stormed
out of the room.

Harry growled in frustration. He didn't know where Ron and
Hermione were at that moment, so he picked Valen up and followed
after Draco with the baby. "Draco, stop!" he called. "I'm not going to
start a fight with you over something so bloody stupid!"

"Good," Draco snapped as he headed back to the study.
Harry followed him there too and placed Valen on the floor once
he'd reached the room. "Why are you being like this?" he asked.
"He will get into the books again," Draco said, watching the
infant head straight for the nearest bookcase.
"You're avoiding my question," Harry said, walking over to Valen
and redirecting him anyway.
"I ... I don't know what you want from me," Draco stammered.
"I'm doing the best I can. I just can't ...." His voice broke and he
turned away.
Harry covered his face for a moment. "I know you are," he said
quietly. "But I don't – I don't want you to – God, this feels like the
fucking serpent all over again, Draco. I don't want to go back to
that."
"At least I could still touch you then," Draco said, back still
turned.
Harry groaned, dropping into a chair. "I love you," he whispered.
"And I don't want you to hurt yourself."
"I know," Draco whispered and then looked down to where his
son was pulling on his trousers. The baby still had food on his face

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and in his hair. Draco bent down and picked up the little boy. "Sorry,
Valen," he said softly and winced when the boy patted him with
sticky fingers.

Harry looked up at his husband and child, wishing he could wrap
his arms around them both. He got to his feet. "Will you eat better
then, love?" he asked quietly.

"I will try harder," Draco said, taking his wand and casting a
Cleaning Charm on Valen.

Harry sighed, figuring that was as good as it was going to get. He
nodded, knowing it would hurt to tell Draco he would kiss him if he
could.

Draco led the way back to the dining room, Valen seeming
happier. He put the child back in his high chair and sat down beside
him, picking up the spoon and starting to feed his son.

Harry sat in his chair again, having lost his own appetite. He
picked his fork up and began to eat anyway, though, simply because
he couldn't not after what had just happened. He didn't know what
he would do if Draco got worse. There was no binding anymore.
Harry couldn't make him do anything.

"Dada," Valen said and threw spinach at Draco's face. Draco
huffed, reaching for a napkin to wipe himself. "I said I would eat,
don't you start too," he complained.

Harry couldn't help a small smile and a light chuckle at that. "We
can't help it," he said to Draco. "We love you."

Draco smiled at him then, too. It wasn't a full smile, but it was
still real.

As days and weeks went by, there still came no answers from any
books. Draco had cleared half the library already and hardly did
anything but read. Harry couldn't believe it had been forty-two days
since he'd truly touched his husband. He hadn't thought it possible.

They'd been eating breakfast with Ron and Hermione when
Leakey had appeared with an "urgent message" from Bill. Fleur's
water had broken and she was already at St Mungo's. And so they
had all hurried to get showered and dressed and had arrived at the
hospital. Their hurry wasn't needed though, since they'd now been
sitting there for an hour already. The waiting room was filled with

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nervous and excited Weasleys and Delacours. Fleur's parents and
sister had arrived a short while ago by Portkey. Harry sat in one of
the slightly uncomfortable chairs, having hidden three magazines in
his robe from Draco. They featured articles on their supposed falling
out, and he really didn't want his husband in any sort of mood. Harry
was feeling rather down himself. He was very happy for Bill and
Fleur, but couldn't help thinking about his and Draco's own inability
to have children while in their current predicament.

Draco had gone over to pay his respects to Fleur's family and was
speaking with them in French. He gestured toward Harry and Valen,
telling them who they were. Apparently either Fleur had talked about
them, the news coverage had reached them, or both, because they
were excited and wanted to talk to Harry. He led them over.

Harry smiled and looked up when Draco moved toward him.
Fleur's mother was very, very beautiful, and sported the same long,
blonde locks as both her daughters, and her age was barely
detectable, not that she could be very old anyway. Her father was a
handsome man, but more average-looking with light brown hair and
a clean-shaven face. Harry had seen them both at Bill and Fleur's
wedding, but hadn't actually ever really talked to them.

Draco interpreted for Harry, though Fleur's family did speak
some English. They ooh'd and ahh'd over Valen, saying how
beautiful he was. Valen started pulling on Harry's shirt, saying "dada"
and making his little sucking noises.

Harry stared down at his son and shook his head at him. "Always
while I'm in the middle of something, eh?" he said. He got to his feet,
holding Valen to his chest so that the magazines inside wouldn't fall
out. "I suppose I'll go find somewhere to feed him," he said to
Draco. And to Fleur's family he gave a smile and shook their hands.
"Pleasure to meet you again," he said.

Draco looked longingly after his husband and then caught
himself. He noticed sympathetic looks from some people in the room
and frowned. No one outside of Hermione and Ron really knew what
the problem was. Then he noticed a magazine on the floor of the
room – with a picture of the three of them and a big lightning bolt
striking them and sizzling before repeating again. He frowned,
picking it up. The headline screamed "Potter-Malfoy Break-up!"

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Then he made the mistake of opening the magazine and reading the
article. Within minutes, he was ripping it to shreds while others in the
room stared at him.

"Guess he doesn't like the writing ...?" said Fred.
Mrs Weasley glared at her son.
Hermione quickly moved forward and began picking the pieces
of the magazine up as the woman at a desk not far away gave Draco a
very dirty look, as if she might say something to him.
George opened his mouth to say something next but Ron shook
his head seriously enough to shut him up.
Draco looked at Hermione, opened his mouth to say something
and then closed it again. He closed his eyes and took several deep
breaths. "I'm going for a walk," he whispered to her.
She sighed quietly and nodded. "Okay," she whispered back,
touching his arm briefly.
Everyone was still staring at him.
"Thank you," he said and then strode out of the room, heading
for the front door of the building.
Harry came back into the waiting room after a few minutes,
holding a happily squirming Valen. Then he noticed the staring. He
raised his eyebrows.
Hermione got to her feet, crossing to him quickly and taking
Valen out of his arms. "Draco said he was taking a walk," she said
quietly.
Harry frowned.
She held out a badly crinkled up magazine then, one that had
obviously had a Reparo done to it. He read the headline and groaned.
He'd thought he'd got them all. "Where did he go?" he asked.
"He left the building," she said, biting her lip.
Harry groaned again. "Will you-"
"Yes, I'll watch him," she said before he could ask.
Harry nodded, turning to head out as well.
Draco had just begun walking. He was several blocks away when
he realised things looked familiar. He snorted in unpleasant humour
when he remembered this was where he had gone that night so long
ago when he had walked out of St Mungo's with a construct hand
and ended up being beat by several Muggle men. He walked further

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and came to the park where Harry had made love to him, trying to
save him. Did save him. He stood looking at the spot in the snow,
feeling sad that even that rough touch was something he now longed
for. He sunk to his knees then, fingers digging into the snow as he
began to cry.

Harry quickly strode out the door and began making his way
down streets, wondering at the strange looks people were giving him.
Then he realised it was probably because of the billowing robe he
was wearing over his clothes. He ignored it though. It was too bloody
cold to take it off. He wrapped his arms around himself as he
continued to search for his husband, wondering if Draco had
anything on over his clothes.

And then he too began to recognise his surroundings. Thinking
he might know where Draco was, he made his way to that same park
and could make out a familiar blond sitting in the snow on the
opposite side.

Draco was shivering, fingers red as he dug through the snow to
the dead grass underneath. He was sobbing now and anyone who
saw him would probably think him mentally unbalanced. He snorted
at the thought. He knew he was losing it but didn't know what to do
about it.

Harry crossed to his husband, feeling his own eyes tear up when
he could see him clearly. "Draco," he said in a voice hardly above a
whisper.

Draco didn't respond at first but then looked up in confusion,
before he realised Harry was standing there.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, and his voice cracked as he
said it. A few tears got out but he quickly wiped them away. He knew
they were standing in the exact spot where they'd had sex.

Draco blinked. His face was pale except for red splotches on his
cheeks and nose. He was shivering. "I ... I went for a walk," he said
softly.

Harry took his robe off and held it out. He would've wrapped it
around Draco himself, but didn't want to hurt him. The thought only
made another few tears fall. "I see that," he said shakily.

"I couldn't see the grass," Draco said, knowing he wasn't making
any sense, unsure if he was even capable of it.

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Harry sniffed, both from crying and the cold. He shook the
offered robe to try and get Draco to take it. His husband's words
scared him and he didn't know what to say.

Draco lifted his hands, which were red and wet, and dropped the
snow. He blinked at them and then looked at the robe. "That's
yours," he said. "You need it or you will get cold."

Harry frowned. "Just – just take it," he said, sniffling again. "And
... we should get back. Fleur could deliver any minute."

Draco nodded, reaching shaking hands for the robe. He had the
powerful urge to grab Harry's hand as he did. Maybe if he just hung
on until it killed him or fixed the problem? He paused, trying to think
through the idea but then shook his head, grasping the fabric and
getting slowly to his feet. His legs felt numb and cold. It reminded
him of what it was like when they forgot ... before... when they were
still bound.

"Let's go back," Harry said, still frowning worriedly at Draco.
Draco was still holding the robe but hadn't put it on yet. He
nodded slowly and then draped it over his shoulders.
Harry's frown grew and he was almost tempted to make Draco
walk ahead of him, but he settled for standing beside him. "Come
on," he said, feeling like he was coaxing him.
Draco nodded and began to walk, looking around confused.
"Where?" he asked.
Harry's eyes widened. "What do you mean where?" he said, his
fear growing. "St Mungo's. Where we just came from."
Draco hadn't been paying attention either time he'd walked from
the hospital and couldn't remember which way it was. "You lead," he
whispered.
Harry nodded, his eyebrows furrowed, and began to walk ahead.
He stayed close enough so that Draco was in his line of vision.
They walked that way until they had reached the disguised entry
of St Mungo's. Everyone was still sitting in the waiting room when
they got there, and they all turned their heads to stare at Harry and
Draco. Harry threw a look to Ron and Hermione, but didn't say
anything to anyone in the room.
Draco sat down in one of the chairs, staring unseeingly at the
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Mrs Weasley, who was in the chair next to the one Draco had sat
in, laid a hand on his shoulder. "Are you all right, dear?" she asked
quietly.

Draco startled at the touch. Practically no one besides his son had
touched him in the last month. He was so used to being touched and
held by Harry, he hadn't ever realised how few other people ever
touched him. He blinked, looking at her with a confused expression.

She looked confused as well and then looked to Harry, frowning.
Harry frowned back at her, still not knowing what to say. He
wondered if he should just get Draco home.
Draco blinked again, looking at the hand on his shoulder with a
small smile.
Mrs Weasley patted him a bit, returning the smile, but still
obviously worried.
Ron sidled up to Harry. "What's up?" he whispered.
"I don't know," Harry whispered back fearfully. "He's just acting
...." He didn't even know what.
Draco went back to staring at the tile floor.
As everyone continued to stare at Draco and Harry, a distraction
was given in the form of Bill, walking into the room with a huge
smile on his face.
Mrs Weasley patted Draco again and then simply couldn't contain
herself. She and Mr Weasley, and pretty much everyone else as well,
jumped to their feet.
"Boy," Bill declared, beaming.
The room erupted in cooing and aww'ing and lots of hugging, but
Harry only stood staring at Draco.
Draco startled at the noise, but didn't really register what had just
been said. He looked up and found Harry staring at him. He looked
into those green eyes and felt such longing that physical pain seemed
pale in comparison.
Harry made his way over and took Mrs Weasley's vacated seat as
everyone crowded around Bill, babbling with excitement, Mr Weasley
brandishing a blue teddy bear around. "Are you okay, love?" he asked
Draco. He seemed to be asking so much of the same question.
Draco didn't take his eyes off Harry, watching him as he sat
down. He cocked his head at the question. "No," he whispered.

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And Draco hadn't once given him any other answer. Harry's
hands began shaking then, because he didn't know what to do. He
really did not know what to do. And his husband was falling apart
before his very eyes. Never in a million years would he have thought
this would happen to them. Not after everything they'd been through
already. "This isn't fucking fair," he whispered, closing his eyes as he
felt yet more tears coming to them. He felt like kicking the table in
front of him and very nearly did.

"No, not fair," Draco agreed, thinking that he would have rather
died, going cold like before, than have to live with this aching
emptiness inside.

Harry wiped his face, the happy chatter in the room not
something he felt like dealing with at that moment. "Do you want to
just go home?" he asked, his voice choked.

Draco looked around for their son, and spotted him in the arms
of Hermione. "Valen," he whispered.

Harry nodded, getting to his feet. He walked over to Hermione
and reached for the baby.

She frowned at him as she handed Valen over. "Harry?" she said
softly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm just- Draco and I – We're just going to go home," he
managed, trying to keep himself from crying again.

"Go home? But – but Fleur just-"
"I know," Harry interrupted. "Just tell her and Bill we said
congratulations. I – we just need to get out of here or something. I
don't know what's wrong, and I don't know what to do, and -" He
couldn't help it. He was crying. "We-we're just going to go h-home.
See you la-later." He turned, heading back over to Draco and leaving
Hermione standing there with tears in her own eyes.
"L-let's go," Harry said, wiping his face yet again.
Draco stood up. Valen seemed confused, looking between the
excited people in the room and his very sombre parents. "Dada?" he
asked.
Harry kissed Valen's forehead, trying to give him a smile. "It's
okay," he whispered to him, making his way over to the Floo.
Draco walked numbly beside his husband and child.
Harry took some Floo powder and threw it into the flames. He

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held Valen's head securely to his shoulder as he stepped inside,
calling Malfoy Manor, before he was speeding home.

– CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX –

Last Chance

Draco stood, staring into the flame for a full minute. Finally, he
reached and picked up some of the Floo powder, but found himself
stuck again as to what he was supposed to do next. Harry and Valen.
Home. He threw the powder and managed to say "Malfoy Manor" as
he stepped into the flames.

Harry had been nervously waiting for Draco, and sighed very
shakily when he finally appeared. Then he realised he didn't know
what to do next. "Do you want to go to the library?" he asked, voice
still very thick from crying. He felt so fucking miserable.

"No," Draco said, voice a kind of harsh whisper.
"Then what?" Harry asked, staring at him.
Draco dropped his gaze, staring at the floor again.
"What, Draco?" Harry asked again, hoisting Valen up in his arms.
The blond continued to stare at the floor. After a minute, he
managed a small shrug of his shoulders.
Harry just stared at Draco, completely lost for words.
Valen started crying.
Harry began shaking and continued to stare at Draco. Then he
turned slowly and walked from the room, needing to do something
besides just stand there. Valen was crying, so that was what he
needed to fix. He needed to fix it.
Draco sank to his knees on the floor and then forward so that he
was curled up on his hands and elbows. He couldn't even cry
anymore. He felt empty. Terribly empty.
Harry made it to the very bottom of the staircase before he had
to sit lest he fall down. He sat taking very deep breaths, still shaking.
"Leakey," he called amidst Valen's cries.
The elf appeared and looked alarmed. "Master Harry, is you all
right?" he asked.
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our room?"
Leakey nodded, his expression unchanging.
The elf disappeared and reappeared a minute later with an armful

of toys. "Master Harry?" it asked.
"What?" Harry whispered, his face covered by a hand.
"Master Draco is ill?" the elf asked timidly.
Harry was startled with the question. "I -" He went silent for a

long moment. "I ... don't know," he said very quietly, but he felt like
he did know. There was something very wrong with Draco. He was
losing it.

"Yes, Master Harry," Leakey said, looking nervous.
Harry brought his hand from his face and looked at the elf,
frowning. "Is something the matter?" he asked.
Leakey blinked. "Master Draco is not well," the elf said.
"What, right now?" Harry asked, frown growing as he got to his
feet with Valen again. His legs still felt a bit wobbly.
"Master Draco is not well more and more," the elf tried to
explain. "When Master's not well, Manor's not well."
"The Manor?" Harry asked. "What do you mean the Manor's not
well?"
Leakey looked around worriedly. "Manor needs Master," he said.
Harry was still slightly confused. "I – I'm doing all I can," he said.
"I don't know what the answer is. I don't know where to find it. I – I
just don't know."
Leakey nodded and popped away.
Harry let out a long, shaky sigh, turning to walk back into the
entrance hall.
Draco was still curled up on his hands and elbows, face pressed
against the marble tile.
"Draco," Harry said in a strange voice as he saw him. He began
trying to take deep breaths again, so completely lost for what to do
that he couldn't think. Everything in his brain felt jumbled and
scrambled up.
The blond's long hair, regrown by Harry, pooled around his head,
obscuring his face. He felt numb and barely heard Harry.
Harry felt as if he were about to sink to the ground again, but
then there came a sound from the fireplace and Hermione was

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stepping through. She gasped when she saw Draco and walked very
quickly over to him.

"What happened?" she asked Harry.
"I don't – I don't know – I – I-" Harry looked around the room
as if the answer would be written on the wall somewhere.
Draco didn’t move. Didn't even acknowledge either of them.
Valen squirmed.
Hermione went to her knees beside Draco, looking very, very
worried. "Draco," she said quietly but firmly.
"Can't," the blond whispered, unmoving.
Harry still couldn't think straight, had no idea what to do.
With a determined expression, Hermione grabbed Draco's arms
and pulled him into hers, simply hugging him. "Draco," she said.
"Draco, you can't do this. I know it's easier to say, but you can't."
Draco trembled as she hugged him. The touch seemed to open
something inside him and he began to sob.
"Shhh," she hushed, beginning to rock him as if he were an upset
child.
More noise from the fireplace indicated someone else's arrival
and Ron was there a second later. He looked confusedly from Harry
to Draco to Hermione. "What...?"
Draco's hands came up and wrapped around Hermione, his face
buried against her shoulder as he wept.
Ron, still looking confused, came up to Harry and relieved him of
the squirming baby.
Harry let Ron take Valen and then just stood there, listening to
Hermione's hushing and Draco's sobs.
"Can't live this way," Draco gasped, still crying.
"I know," Hermione said, biting her lip. "I know."
Harry's eyes filled with tears.
They all stayed in the entrance hall for several minutes, until
Valen was fussing and aggravated.
Hermione looked up from the floor, Draco still held against her
body. "I think you should get some sleep," she said gently. "The rest
of us will take care of everything for now; you just need to rest."
"I have bad dreams," Draco whispered.
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Potion?" she asked.
"Yes," Draco admitted, lifting his head. He was suddenly aware

that he was holding the woman. He gently pulled back and sat up.
Hermione nodded. "You can take some of that for tonight," she

said. "I'll help you to bed. Come on." And she began getting to her
feet, pulling Draco with her.

Draco got up and glanced at his husband, not meeting his eyes.
He allowed himself to be led to his room.

Harry watched Draco go with Hermione, the tears that had fallen
having dried now.

"Are you ... okay?" Ron asked.
Harry was silent for a moment. "I don't know," he answered.

Hermione held Draco's arm and shoulder as she led him up the stairs
and to his and Harry's bedroom. She stopped in Draco's lab to collect
one of the Sleeping Potions, and then steered him into the bedroom.

Draco sat on the edge of one of the two beds in the room, staring
at the other one.

Hermione sighed quietly, staring at the other bed as well. She
held the potion out to Draco.

Draco took it from her but didn't drink it. "I want to thank you,"
he said quietly.

"You don't need to," she answered. "Really." She reached out and
squeezed his shoulder.

"No, I do," he insisted. "I need you to know that I appreciate you
as my friend and as someone who will take care of my family."

She sat down next to him then, turning to face him. "Of course I
would, Draco," she said softly. "Ron and I both would."

"Good, because I have to try ... something. Something to fix
this," he whispered. "And if it doesn't work ...."

She went very still and stared at Draco. "What are you talking
about?" she said, fear in her voice.

"I have an idea. I have to try it. I really can't live this way," he
said, grey eyes looking into hers. "But if it doesn't work, then I won't
be here to pick up the pieces."

"Draco, what are you going to do?" she asked, her eyes wide.
Draco unstopped the potion and drank it in one slug. "Will you

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watch Valen for us tomorrow?" he asked.
"I – yes, but -" She pursed her lips, still looking scared.
"I'm not telling you the details," he said, yawning and reaching

down to pull off his shoes.
She sighed shakily, nodding as she got to her feet. She opened her

mouth, but then paused for a moment, seeming to think better of it.
"Good night," she said quietly.

Draco lay back on the bed, the potion working too fast for him
to even undress before he was asleep.

Harry came up to bed with Valen after nearly an hour of sitting
silently in the library while Ron and Hermione went through books.
He'd thought that Hermione had been acting a little strange, but
hadn't even felt like asking her.

He laid Valen in the cot between the two beds and then sat on his
own, staring at Draco's clothed body. And he couldn't even undress
him. Both his touch and his magic would send him screaming. Harry
began to cry silently. He didn't know what time it was when he went
to sleep himself.

When Harry woke up, neither Draco nor Valen were in the room.
There was a note addressed to him lying in the cot.

Harry's breathing sped up as he reached for the slip of parchment
with trembling hands.

Dearest Harry,
Don't panic. Valen is fine. Hermione is watching him.
I need to find a way to resolve our problem. I absolutely cannot live this way

any longer. So I want to try the only thing I have been able to come up with. You
won't like it. You will probably even be angry with me for making you do it this
way. It's not something I felt would help to give you a choice about. If you did, and
it didn't work, you would feel guilty. So this way, you have two choices. Do it my
way or let me die.

I am in the Room of Offering. It has been set to only allow myself and you
into it. No one else. Leakey will be helping me set this up but then even he won't
be allowed back in.

I need you to fix what we broke. You are the most powerful wizard I have

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ever heard of and I believe you can do it. You need to force my magic back into
alignment with yours. Yes, it will hurt beyond what I could willingly endure. So I
am having myself bound to the altar. You know what you need to do. You did it
when you claimed me back in the Room of Requirement.

If it doesn't work, I need you to know I wanted this regardless. I love you
and I know I have made it clear that I would rather die than not be your lover. If
the worst happens, you will be guardian of the only Malfoy heir and the Manor
will let you continue to control it until he comes of age. Tell Valen how much I
loved him.

I love you always,
Draco

Angry tears were falling by the time Harry finished reading and
his body was shaking violently. If he did what Draco was apparently
telling him to do, he could kill his husband. Kill him. He grabbed the
cot, as it was the closest thing to him, and threw it as far and as hard
as he could. It knocked into his own dresser across the room with a
crash. And then he dropped to the floor, sobbing into his arms.

Several minutes passed before he could even get a slight hold on
himself, and he was still shaking and crying as he stood and began
dressing. He at least had to see Draco, had to see what he had done,
and where he was. Draco's words rang in his head as he moved. He
let out another sob. How could Draco ask him to do this?

Another surge of horrible feelings, frustration and rage shot
through Harry and he tore down every article of clothing he could
reach from the closet until he was panting and his eyes were red.
With one last sob and a very deep breath, he Apparated himself
directly into the Room of Offering, not knowing what he would do
when he got there.

– CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN –

Never Without You

Torchlights flickered and the fire in the centre pit flared when Harry
Apparated into the room. Draco's heart leapt with it. He could feel
Harry's anger in his magic and it stung.

Draco was laid out on the altar in much the same way he had
been long ago – naked and tied by both legs and one arm to the
insets in the marble. His wand and silver hand were not in sight. This
time he had a gag as well. It had a thick roll of leather, like a bit, that
was secured to his head with a harness. It would allow him to bite
into it, and hopefully not his tongue.

When Harry's eyes landed upon his husband, tied, and bound like
he was, it was like someone began playing a film before his eyes. He
could see Lucius and the others, could hear Draco's and his own
screams, could see all the blood on the floor.

He trembled again, moving forward. "God, Draco," he let out,
his voice trembling like his body. "I can't do this. I can't."

Draco looked into those green eyes but wouldn't have said
anything even if he could have.

Harry bowed his head, his mind racing as he tried to think of
what to do. Was Draco really serious about dying if Harry didn't do
what he told him? Would he go to that extreme? He looked into
Draco's eyes and could see the truth of it in them. If Harry didn't fix
him or ... then Draco was going to kill himself. Harry could not
believe the choice he was facing in that moment. "How can you ask
me to do this?" he whispered, knowing Draco wasn't going to answer
him.

Draco let Harry see the raw need in his eyes, hoping he
understood.

Yet another tear ran down Harry's cheek as he looked at Draco
again. He was serious. He really wanted Harry to do this. As he let
the thought sink in, Harry dropped his eyes from Draco's gaze and

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then closed them. He didn't say it aloud, but if what he was about to
do didn't work, he would never forgive himself. He clenched his
hands and his entire body before he opened his eyes again and gave
Draco one weak nod.

Draco had been holding his breath, heart beating loud in his own
ears. He sighed in relief when Harry nodded.

Harry began to strip manually rather than with magic, using the
time to think of what he was to do. Draco wanted him to bind him,
but he knew that he and Draco both didn't want it to be like the
binding had been before. He would have to make another marriage
binding. But how could they bind each other if Draco couldn't agree
to the provisions? Would words even help at all?

As Harry discarded his last piece of clothing, his heart was
beating madly. He had to close his eyes in order to help himself get
aroused. He couldn't will an erection anymore. He reached a hand
down to stroke himself, trying to imagine that he was anywhere else.

Watching Harry strip was arousing in and of itself. But watching
him touch himself made Draco moan, writhing on the marble altar as
his own cock twitched.

Draco's sound actually helped Harry along and he sped his hand
up, filling his mind with the most filthy memories and thoughts he
could. He stroked himself until he was completely hard and his heart
was pounding, and then he had to open his eyes again. His heart
picking up even more speed, he moved to the end of the altar and
then climbed atop it, shaking as he made every effort not to touch
Draco, no matter if he was going to have to touch him in a moment.

Draco was eager for Harry but the moment Harry climbed onto
the altar his skin began to prickle with the man's magic. He gasped
but tried to concentrate instead on how much he wanted his
husband.

Harry took several deep breaths, trembling again. "I love you," he
said. "I love you more than I've ever loved anything. More than –
Merlin, anything. And I've never stopped once since we've been
together. And I'll never stop. You're my husband. You're my life."

Draco agreed with his eyes, nodding vigorously.
Harry closed his eyes once again, slicking his fingers and
preparing his own cock first, before steeling himself and pressing

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fingers into Draco's entrance quickly, prepared for the screaming.
Even knowing it would be like this, Draco still couldn't really

prepare for the way Harry's touch ripped through his body like a
Cruciatus Curse, making him arch. He bit hard into the gag, trying to
control his screams.

Harry was trying to fight the urge to pull his fingers out and run
across the room to relieve Draco of the pain, but he only continued,
moving as fast as he could. He used his free hand to stroke himself,
to make sure he stayed hard.

Draco's entire body felt on fire. He was writhing around those
fingers, crying out around the gag. He was very glad for the gag,
because without it he would have been begging Harry to stop.

Harry couldn't believe what he was doing. He was almost
tempted to run across the room anyway, but he screwed his eyes as
tightly shut as he could get them and replaced his fingers with his
cock, sliding into Draco quickly. It had been so long, and such an
aching loss, that some strange part of his brain found pleasure in
being inside Draco again, but it wasn't what he was focussing on. He
only wanted to get it over with, telling himself that it would work,
that it had to work. He was desperate for it.

Harry's fire filled him and it burned. Regardless of the gag, Draco
screamed, struggling against the ropes that held him to the altar.

Harry could tell Draco was trying to get away from him, but he
couldn't stop. Not now. He couldn't. He began trying to will his
magic to bind them, to bring Draco's magic back into harmony with
his own. And he began thinking of the provisions they had prepared.
Draco wanted Harry able to get hard for him, and so Harry wanted it,
too. He thought of their wedding vows, having memorised them.

Draco couldn't hold still, no matter how much he tried. He
closed his eyes and panted through his nose.

Harry was crying as he thrust. He couldn't feel any changes, and
Draco was still struggling under him. He once again wondered if he
should abandon this, if he should pull out of Draco and try to make
him see reason, but he didn't know why he couldn't. He continued
thrusting into his husband – until an odd and nearly terrifying
thought struck him. He had been able to kill Voldemort with his
power, with the love inside him. If it had been enough to kill the

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most powerful wizard in the world, would it be enough to put
Draco's power right? Or would it hurt him even more? Hurt him to
the point of ... Harry didn't know and he was sobbing as he
continued to push his hips forward, knowing that whatever it was he
was doing was not working.

He had to try.
He opened his eyes, attempting to make a connection with
Draco.
Draco opened his eyes too, feeling a pull from Harry as he did.
He knew he was crying now. It wasn't working and he was
desperately afraid.
Harry forced himself to look into Draco's eyes. Seeing them filled
with such physical pain, such fear, such hurt – and all of it caused
from him, made Harry want to rip himself to shreds. He had been
the one to want the binding taken off the most. He'd coaxed Draco
into it, had somehow probably fucked everything up, and now Draco
was screaming and writhing, tied to an altar in the room where his
own father had tortured him, and done those horrible things. Harry
tried to make himself use the spell, tried to think it, but he could
hardly manage the frantic movement of his hips.
Draco concentrated on his lover's eyes. Those green eyes
captured him the way they had that day years ago in the robe shop.
He had wanted him then and now he wanted him with an intensity
that went beyond the pain he was feeling.
Harry could see a flash of the deeper feeling in Draco's eyes. He
was gasping, and still crying, but he held onto that spark and used
Legilimens to push himself into Draco's head, into his body. He filled
Draco both physically and magically, attempting to pour himself into
him, to push away or reverse the magic that was resisting.
Draco felt the searing power of Harry's magic forcing its way past
his own resistance. The pain was blinding, screaming in every nerve
in his body. His mind clawed for a foothold on sanity, trying to reach
back to his lover, to help him find a way to bring him back from the
precipice he felt himself about to topple from.
Harry was shaking as the screams grew louder, trembling as
everything about Draco's body told him to back away, to retreat.
Please, Draco, please, he thought desperately. I love you. Please let this work.

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He couldn't allow himself to think about what would happen if it
didn't work. Wouldn't allow himself to think of it. As with Voldemort,
he began using memories. Memories of them kissing, touching,
making love, even just holding hands.

Draco felt what Harry was doing and he tried to do the same. He
let Harry into his own memories. Memories of the first time he saw
Harry and his overwhelming need to connect with him. His
disappointment when Harry had refused him. His eagerness to play
Quidditch, just to be near him. Over and over again, he showed
Harry how much he had always wanted and loved him.

Harry gasped at what he was seeing, and could actually feel
Draco's ache for him inside his own body. Harry let Draco feel his
own ache for him in return, hoping that somehow, the two feelings
would be able to connect to each other, to bring them back together.

Love as power pushed through the pain, filling Draco with his
husband's desire for him. He reached for that connection, the lifeline
he needed. He opened himself up, forcing his own magic to
surrender to Harry's.

Harry pushed harder with his own magic, reaching for Draco's
like reaching for his hand, trying to entwine it like he would grasp his
fingers.

Harry's love, made manifest in power, was a glorious and
frightening thing. It had destroyed the Dark Lord and it could do the
same to him. But Draco did what the other couldn't, he embraced the
love, surrendering his own magic in complete trust to Harry.

Harry gasped again, his eyes wide as he held on to Draco in every
sense, pulling Draco into himself as he gave himself over. He reached
down blindly, drawing a finger across to make a short cut in the skin
near Draco's hip. Then he cut his own hand with magic and pressed
the wounds together.

Draco was moaning again but the pain had shifted into that edge
of pleasure. Harry's magic pulsed with each thrust into Draco's body
and the blond was now arching into his husband's touch.

Harry was not only gasping with pleasure, but also with utmost
relief. "Yes, Draco," he groaned, knowing now that it was working.

Draco tried to speak around the gag, frustrated but happy as well
as he felt his body doing what had always been his desire, reaching

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for Harry, welcoming him inside.
"Oh, Merlin, yes," Harry whispered as he kept his left hand

pressed to the cut on Draco's hip. He began doing what he had been
trying to do earlier, using his magic and thoughts to bind them, able
to share them with Draco through their connection.

Draco arched his hips to meet Harry's thrusts inside him,
trembling and gasping. "Yours," he tried to say around the leather in
his mouth.

Though Draco's voice was muffled, Harry could understand what
he was trying to say. "Yes," he agreed. "Yours."

Draco was weeping again, relief and pleasure mingling to make
him tremble.

Harry moved a hand up and passed it over Draco's face,
removing the gag there with his magic, wanting to hear him speak
clearly, and to be able to kiss him.

"Harry," Draco gasped, licking his swollen lips.
Harry couldn't hold himself back and practically lunged forward,
closing his mouth over Draco's as he set about freeing his arms and
legs as well.
Draco clutched at his husband, his hand sliding over skin as he
groaned into his lover's mouth. Touch! They could touch each other
and it was electric and fantastic!
Harry groaned as well, slipping his tongue past Draco's lips. He'd
not realised how truly good it was to just kiss Draco until that very
moment. How good everything truly was. He tried to touch every
single part of him.
Draco's tongue slid along Harry's, lips pressed to the other man's
as he wrapped his legs around his husband's hips, pulling himself
even further onto his cock.
Harry slid his tongue along Draco's as he pulled his mouth away,
kissing his face and jaw, then his ears, still thrusting inside him.
Merlin, inside him and Draco wasn't screaming or writhing in pain,
but was arching up and moaning, and Harry was in heaven.
"Yes, my love," Draco gasped. "Fuck me, fill me!"
"Inside you," Harry moaned, sweating and beginning to cry yet
again from everything he felt right at that moment.
"Harry James Potter," Draco gasped, "I am your husband, your

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lover, and I always will be!"
"Always," Harry agreed, feeling himself about to come. "Draco

Validus Malfoy, I am your husband, your lover, and I will always be,"
he groaned.

"Always," Draco echoed and felt the rush of power as the
Manor's magic flared, too.

Harry gasped one last time, spilling his seed inside of his husband
and crying out his name as pleasure burst through his body.

Harry's magic filled him and spilled over as Draco clutched his
husband and came between them. "Yes, oh, yes," he sobbed.

Harry was sobbing too and holding Draco as tightly as he could
manage in their current positions, tears combining with sweat, sweat
running with blood and their seed. "Mine," he whispered.

"Yes, yours and you are mine," Draco agreed, feeling the truth of
it again in their magic.

Harry nodded in agreement moving his hands over every bit of
Draco, finally sliding them into his hair and bringing his mouth down
over his husband's. "Fuck, I've missed this so much," he whispered.

"Yes, touch me, everywhere," Draco gasped against his husband’s
lips.

Harry kissed Draco again, trailing a hand from his hair, down his
side, and down his leg as far back as he could reach, feeling
everything he possibly could.

"Mmm," Draco hummed, trembling and using his hand to touch
his lover as well.

"I would've gone mad without you," Harry told him between
slow slides of his tongue inside Draco's mouth. "I would've gone
completely mad."

"I was nearly there," Draco answered and then sucked on his
husband's lower lip.

Harry moaned, beginning to get hard again while still pressed
inside Draco. "I never want anything like that to happen ever again,"
he said needlessly. "Never."

"Never," Draco agreed. "Take us to our bed."
Harry Apparated with Draco as soon as the words were out of
his mouth. And was then confused for a moment when they landed
on the floor between the two beds they had made.

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Draco laughed, despite the fact he was now on his back on the
floor under Harry. "We forgot the two beds," he said.

Harry laughed as well, kissing Draco again. "We should remedy
that, because you are sleeping with me tonight," he said.

"Tonight and every night," the blond agreed.
"Merlin, I don't even want to move to do it," Harry said, his voice
nearly a moan as he began to suck on the skin of Draco's neck.
"Please, fuck me again," Draco agreed. He felt like he had a
month's worth to catch up on.
"Again, and again, and again, and again," Harry whispered, lifting
his head, his hips already pressing forward.
Draco wrapped his legs around his husband's hips, arching up to
meet him. He could feel how slick he already was with his husband's
seed and it felt wonderful.
"I love you so much. Feels so good," Harry groaned.
"So good, with you," Draco nodded, kissing and nipping at his
lover's lips and chin.
"Fuck, yes," Harry moaned. "Oh, fuck, yes." He panted, and
thrust into Draco, burying a hand in his hair again.
Draco moaned, loving the feeling of his husband's cock sliding
inside him, his words of desire adding to his own. "I want to fuck
you, too," he gasped. "To feel myself inside you."
Harry whimpered at that. "Merlin, yes, fuck me," he moaned,
smiling at the knowledge that the words wouldn't force compliance
from Draco.
Draco chuckled, so happy he was laughing while being fucked.
"Deeper love, fuck me into the floor," he gasped.
Harry thrust harder, as deep as he could go and wishing he could
somehow go even deeper. He felt like a wave of heat washed through
him, making him gasp and moan Draco's name as he came for a
second time, shuddering.
There was nothing more amazing to Draco than the way his own
body and magic responded to his husband, bringing his orgasm and
spreading the waves of pleasure through his entire body.
Harry lowered his head to Draco's skin, his chest heaving against
the blond's. "I never want to go," he managed, panting, "another day
without that for the rest of my entire bloody life."

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"Never again," Draco agreed, relaxing now.
"Mmm," Harry let out with a sigh, kissing Draco's neck. He
would have constant contact with him for the rest of the day if he
could manage it.
"I think I might have another splinter," Draco said, chuckling.
Harry smiled, chuckling as well. "After the splinter is gone, I want
to have a shower with you," he said, "because, fuck, I've missed that,
too."
"Only if you remove it with your magic," Draco insisted, smiling
and clenching his body around Harry's again.
Harry shuddered, grinning. "Deal," he said.
"Splinter’s not the only thing in my arse right now though,"
Draco laughed, still pinned by Harry.
Harry laughed goofily, pulling back so that his cock slipped from
Draco's body.
Draco groaned, feeling stiff now. He managed to sit up, but still
couldn’t shake the grin off his face. He reached a hand for Harry's.
"Never let go," he whispered.
Harry pulled Draco forward by his hand. "Of you?" he whispered
back. "Never."

– CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT –

Another

In the bathroom, Draco reached for his wand and realised he had left
it and his silver hand in the Offering Room. He shrugged and bent
over the sink counter, wriggling his arse. "Is there a splinter?" he
asked, looking mischievously over his shoulder.

Harry smirked, walking up behind Draco and placing both hands
on the gorgeous arse displayed. "I suppose I should have a look," he
said, waggling his eyebrows with a grin. He bent down to inspect
closely, and couldn't resist laying a kiss to the skin in front of him.

Draco watched, still shivering at his lover's touch. He spread his
legs a little wider.

Harry licked his lips at the move, and at the incredibly, amazingly
hot sight of his come in Draco's arse. "Ah, here it is," he said, his
voice deep. He ran a finger lightly over the small sliver in Draco's
skin, using his magic to get it out rather than his fingernails.

The small spark of magic did what it always did, sending a tremor
up Draco’s spine and making his cock jump in response. Yes, the
binding was working again.

Harry looked up at Draco, giving him a crooked smile.
"Done?" Draco asked, smirking. "Or are there more?"
"I could give it another look," Harry replied huskily, bending his
head over Draco's arse again, though instead of looking for splinters,
he licked Draco's skin.
Draco moaned, head dropping forward to rest his forehead on
the sink.
Harry smirked, dropping to his knees and spreading Draco apart
with both hands. On the very verge of performing a Cleaning Charm,
he paused for a moment, and his eyes flickered up at Draco, though
he couldn't see his face at all. Curiously and slowly, Harry moved
forward, licking Draco's entrance with the very tip of his tongue.
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his lover began to lick his sticky entrance. He moaned, legs trembling.
Harry flushed, licking more of Draco after the moan. He let his

eyes fall shut, spreading him even more.
"Oh, Godsss," Draco gasped, the sensitive opening quivering and

his cock filling.
Harry had no idea what it was about what he was doing that was

so hot, but then again, he had no idea why he thought a lot of things
were hot. He licked and sucked Draco’s entrance clean of his own
come and then thrust the slick muscle inside, pressing forward.

Draco moaned and trembled, wondering at how amazingly lucky
he was to have the sexiest, kinkiest husband possible.

"Mmm," Harry moaned, the taste of both Draco and himself in
his mouth. His own cock had hardened and he wondered exactly
how many fucks they could manage in one day.

"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, "you fucking amaze me!"
Harry smiled widely at that, pulling back. "Enough to be fucked?"
he asked. "Or would you like to come this way?"
Draco's head spun with options, all of which sounded perfect.
"Yes, love, yes," he answered.
Harry raised an eyebrow, not exactly sure what Draco was saying
yes to, and that was enough to tell him Draco was already too far
gone. He smiled widely again, leaning in to resume the licking and
thrusting. He reached between Draco's legs as he let go of his arse
with one hand, grasping his cock.
"Oh, Gods," Draco moaned again, knowing Harry would make
him come soon.
Harry kissed his husband, and licked him, and sucked him, and
stroked his cock until his lips were swollen, his wrist feeling slightly
uncomfortable, and his entire body felt flushed with pleasure.
"Mmm, fuck yeah, come," he moaned, breathing over the hole as his
own cock throbbed.
Draco's grip on the sink almost hurt as he came, crying out and
nearly collapsing as his knees buckled.
Harry stroked Draco through his orgasm, holding him up with
one hand. His own cock was still hard between his legs and he
trembled on the very edge of completion.
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lover then, fingers wrapping around Harry's shaft and mouth closing
over the glistening head.

Harry gasped, so close that that was all it took. "Draco!" he
shouted hoarsely, throwing his head back as he came, hard, into
Draco's mouth.

Draco licked and sucked and drank in Harry's seed and magic,
feeling its power and pleasure.

Harry lowered himself to the tile floor, staring up at the ceiling
and feeling so sated, he wasn't sure if he would be able to move.
"Brilliant," he breathed.

Draco knelt beside him, gasping and grinning. "Yes," he agreed.
"Wonder if we can break our own record?"

"Let's attempt it," Harry said happily, his eyes half-open as he
stared up at Draco.

"Bath or bed?" Draco asked, still not moving yet.
"I don't care, as long as I can touch you," Harry replied, though
he did feel very tired.
"I want you a million ways," Draco said softly. He managed to
get to his feet and stagger over to the bathtub, starting it filling.
Harry smiled. "I want you a million and one," he teased, hands on
his chest as he breathed deep.
Draco sat beside the bath, waiting for it to fill. "Can you make it
over here?" he asked, chuckling.
Harry smiled goofily again, making himself sit up. "Of course,"
he said. "You're over there." He pushed himself to his shaky legs,
climbing into the bath despite the fact that it wasn't filled yet.
Draco smiled, just as giddy as his lover, and slid into the large tub
as well. He hissed slightly as his sore flesh came in contact with the
hot water.
"Aww, my poor baby," Harry said with a grin, pulling Draco to
him.
"Mmm," Draco sighed, relaxing into his husband's arms.
Harry slid his face along Draco's, happy to simply hold him. Even
just that gave him tremendous pleasure. "Speaking of babies," he said
quietly, "ours is with Hermione, right?"
"Yes, probably getting spinach in her hair," Draco answered,
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Harry hummed amusedly. "And Fleur's baby as well," he said,
suddenly remembering. "She had a boy."

"What did they name him?" Draco asked. His memories of the
visit to St Mungo's didn't include much after he walked out.

"I have no idea," Harry said truthfully. "I suppose we'll have to
ask when we go downstairs. She's probably already out of the
hospital, or will be soon."

"I wonder who he will look more like, Fleur or Bill?" Draco
asked, the feel of the warm water and his lover's body making him
feel absolutely content.

Harry shrugged, petting Draco's hair. "Didn't see him," he said,
"but he'll probably be a good-looking kid either way."

"Yeah, not as pretty as ours," Draco said, "but nice."
Harry chuckled. "I agree one hundred percent," he said. And then
after a moment, "Do you think .... Do you think I can get pregnant
again?" he asked quietly. "After this new binding?"
Draco looked up at his lover smiling. "Oh, I so very much want
to find out," he said, waggling his eyebrows.
Harry smiled and snorted. "I'm sure you certainly will," he
replied, waggling his eyebrows in return.
The idea was arousing to him and Draco turned in Harry's arms,
letting him feel that. "Maybe we should go back to bed," he
whispered.
Harry's eyes widened. "To try and get me pregnant?" he asked,
raising his eyebrows until they were high on his forehead.
"Yes," Draco said, expression serious and full of his desire.
Harry's eyes were still wide. "Are you – I mean – are you sure?"
he spluttered.
"Do you doubt it?" Draco asked, gently kissing his lips, and
rubbing against him.
Harry kissed Draco back just as gently. "I -" He paused. "No," he
said. "Are you sure you want another baby? No turning back if we do
it."
"I am the one who wants a houseful, remember?" Draco
whispered.
Harry nodded, smiling softly as his heart began to pick up speed.
"Okay," he whispered back.

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Draco kissed him gently and then pulled back, getting to his feet
and stepping out of the tub. He reached for a towel, since he didn't
have a wand to dry himself.

Harry dried himself with a charm, his heart beating even faster,
his eyes on Draco.

Draco smiled, cock still hard and jutting from his body. He
reached his hand out to his husband.

Harry slid his hand into Draco's, squeezing it and taking deep
breaths. He let out a soft, amused sound when he saw that there were
still two beds instead of one.

Draco arched an eyebrow and waited for his husband to fix their
bed.

Harry raised his right hand, making a small sweeping gesture and
watching as the two beds hopped over and made themselves into
one, blankets and all. He smiled, pulling his husband onto the
mattress with him.

Draco groaned, pinning his lover to the mattress. "I am going to
fill you," he promised.

"Oh, Merlin, yes," Harry responded, arching up.
Draco bent his mouth to one dark nipple, licking it gently and
watching as the flesh pebbled. "Yes," Draco whispered. "And you
will use your power to make another baby for us and feed it with
these lovely nipples." He brought his lips over the sensitive flesh
sucking gently and teasing with the tip of his tongue.
Harry gasped, laying his hand gently atop Draco's head, his eyes
half closed as he watched him.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, sucking harder while his hand reached
to tease the other nipple with the tips of his fingers.
"Yes," Harry whispered, arching his neck as his cock twitched.
Draco pulled and released Harry's nipple with a pop and then
smiled, moving over to the second one. He slid his hands down his
lover's body, teasing the hair on his belly as he repeated his caresses
there.
Harry sucked in a breath through his teeth, groaning as his
fingers tightened in Draco's hair.
Draco's fingertips traced the scar on his husband's belly. "A girl,
held safe in here until she is ready," he whispered, breath ghosting

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over his lover's wet nipple.
Harry nodded. "A girl," he agreed.
Draco pressed a knee between his lover's legs. "Spread yourself

for me, Harry," he whispered, then sucked again on that sensitive
nipple.

Harry let out another moan as he opened his legs wide and pulled
them up slightly, reaching down for his own arse with his hands and
spreading himself apart.

Draco released his lover's nipple and gave it a final lick before
lifting his head and smiling up at him. He knelt between Harry's
knees and reached for his cock, sliding his hand softly over the shaft.
"Slick yourself for me," he told him.

Harry's breathing sped up as he used his magic to cover his
entrance with lube. "Mmm, fuck me, Draco," he said, smiling once
again at being able to say it that way. "Fill me with you."

Draco moaned, never able to resist Harry and not wanting to do
anything else but be inside of him. He moved forward, pressing the
already slick head of his cock against his lover's opening. "Yes, my
love," he gasped and then pushed gently into him, shuddering as he
did.

Harry let out a very long groan, having missed Draco being inside
him more than he could believe. He clutched at his back, closing his
eyes.

Draco's eyes fluttered closed, focussing entirely on the feel of his
lover's body taking him inside. "Oh, Gods, love," he gasped. "Inside
you, where I belong."

Harry wrapped his legs around Draco to enforce his words.
"Where you'll always belong," he said, tears behind his eyelids. They
were making a baby. Since he was willingly using his magic to do so,
this time he could tell what the small waves of power were, and knew
that they would grow towards the end. He was filled with awe and
amazement, holding his husband tightly.

Power rippled in his body and Draco gasped, feeling both Harry's
magic and the Manor's swirling around them now. "Yes," he gasped
and leant forward, bracing himself with his hand as he began to flex
his hips, sliding out and then in more deeply.

Harry moved to meet Draco's thrusts, still clutching him with

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both arms and legs. "It's working," he gasped. "Merlin, I love you. It's
working."

"Yes, deep inside you, love," Draco whispered, feeling the wave
of magic and desire mingling in their bodies. He kept the rhythm
slow, like the last time, feeling the power building as he did.

Harry moved his hand up to rest against the back of Draco's
head, letting the pleasure take him over while at the same time
making sure his own magic kept doing what it was supposed to. He
even tried to make sure the baby was a girl, willing it to be so.

Draco began to rock faster, each slide deep inside, making the
magic crackle over and inside him. He gasped and moaned, lost in it
now.

Harry could feel the waves crashing, same as last time, as he drew
closer to coming. "Yes," he gasped. "Draco, oh fuck, Draco."

"Oh, Harry," Draco gasped, feeling the power building fast as he
plunged forward, as deep as he could.

Harry came between them then, crying out and feeling the
pleasure fill him until it was like it could spill out. He shuddered with
it, panting heavily.

Power roared through him, Harry's release bringing Draco's and
spilling his seed deep inside his husband. His head snapped back and
he cried out in ecstasy.

Harry let out a small whimpering sigh as he relaxed against the
bed, completely exhausted, and so happy he could almost float away.

Draco's arm gave out and he collapsed on top of Harry, panting
and sighing.

Harry smiled, hugging Draco very tightly. "I love you so much,"
he whispered.

Draco shuddered, still gasping for breath. "I love you more than
anything," he said, kissing his lover's chest.

"Mmhm," Harry hummed in agreement, stroking Draco's hair
again.

Draco's hand trembled as he slid it between their bodies, smiling
as he found the slick remains of Harry's release. He pressed fingertips
to that spot he had first felt Valen. Eyes closed, he breathed deep,
concentrating and then shivered when he felt it.

"It's there," Harry whispered, smiling. He could tell from Draco's

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shiver.
"Yes, she is," Draco whispered too, awed still by what they had

done.
Harry's smile grew and he held Draco tightly once again. "I can't

believe it," he said. "Another one."
"Love-made flesh," Draco whispered, caressing that spot.
"Love-made flesh," Harry repeated, his eyes soft.
They lay like that for a while and Draco could never remember

feeling more satisfied and complete. Finally, he raised his head,
looking at his husband. "Harry," he whispered, "maybe we should let
them know we are better."

Harry grinned. "And pregnant," he said.
"Yes," Draco grinned, his eyes shining in delight.
"Valen will be able to feel it," Harry said, suddenly feeling very
giddy again.
"I don't know if he will understand what it means, but probably,"
Draco answered, still smiling up at his husband. He braced his hand
on the bed again and moaned softly as he slid back from his lover's
body.
"We'll have to teach him," Harry replied, sitting up as Draco
moved back.
Draco sat back on his knees. "My wand and hand are still
downstairs," he said. "Clean me?"
Harry nodded, doing a charm for Draco and then one for
himself, unable to stop smiling.
Draco gasped, sated but sensitive. He smiled happily at his
husband. "Missed your magic, too," he said.
"I missed everything," Harry said, moving forward and laying a
kiss to Draco's lips.
Draco's eyes half closed, trembling at the soft kiss.
Harry pulled back only slightly. "Let's get dressed, and then go
and get your hand and your wand, and then we can go tell Ron and
Hermione," he said, voice quiet and still very happy.

– CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE –

Love Them All

Harry Apparated with Draco down into the Offering room to
retrieve his things, and then left with him quickly. He held his
husband's hand firmly in his own, having been so miserable for such
a long stretch of time that he felt like he'd never been happier. And
he was pregnant! Again! His smile was so wide his teeth were
showing as he stepped through the door of the library with Draco.

Ron and Hermione were both looking through books, big stacks
of them all around the couple. Valen sat in his playpen, a toy that
made music clutched in his hands.

Hermione turned her head at the noise of them entering.
"Draco," she said, sounding startled, and then her eyes moved to
where Harry's and Draco's hands were joined.

Draco smiled happily and nodded, pulling Harry closer and
wrapping an arm around his waist. "It worked," he said.

Her face lit up with a grin and she pushed herself up from the
couch, walking around to pull both Harry and Draco into a hug. "I
was so worried," she said.

Ron stood as well, smiling widely as he picked up Valen and
brought him over.

Draco took his child in his other arm and pressed him into a hug
with Harry, feeling whole again to be holding his family. "Dada,
dada," Valen babbled excitedly.

Harry kissed his son and his husband. "Yes, both of us have
you," Harry said softly to the baby.

Hermione was still beaming and looked like she wanted to jump
up and down with happiness. "How did you do it?" she asked.

"Harry did it," Draco said, still not letting go.
"We ... did another binding," Harry said to her in explanation.
Her eyes widened, as did Ron's.
"But couldn't that have ...?" he said.

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Harry nodded. "But it didn't," he answered.
"Harry's magic is amazing," Draco beamed proudly, the hand on
his lover's waist sliding around to press that spot and his eyes
twinkling as he looked down at him.
Harry hummed with happiness, pressing yet another kiss to
Draco's lips before turning his head back to Ron and Hermione.
"How's Fleur?" he asked.
"She's getting out of St Mungo's this evening," said Ron.
"Everyone's supposed to be going to Mum and Dad's tomorrow to
see the baby. They're all really worried about you two."
"We'll all go," Draco declared happily.
Harry smiled and nodded, moving with Draco and Valen to sit
on the couch. Ron and Hermione moved with them. "Do you know
his name?" Harry asked.
"Christophe William Weasley," said Hermione happily. "Bill
insists that it's Chris."
"Christophe," Draco said, nodding and then smiling at the
nickname. He looked down at his son. "You will have someone to
play with soon," he told him.
Harry grinned. Valen would have two children to play with soon.
"I wonder what we'll name ours," he said, smiling crookedly.
Hermione and Ron both looked confused.
"Something pretty," Draco answered, rubbing his husband's belly
and waiting for the other two to catch the gesture as well.
Hermione's eyes widened again as she watched Draco. "You're
not ...?" she said.
"I am," Harry replied, eyes sparkling. "In fact, I've been so for
about fifteen minutes now."
Ron and Hermione seemed completely speechless.
"A girl," Draco said proudly.
"Y – you're – going to have another baby?" Ron asked.
"Another baby," Harry confirmed with a nod. "And I am actually
fairly certain it's going to be a girl."
Draco kissed his lover's cheek, beaming with happiness. Valen
squealed and babbled, patting both his daddies’ faces.
"That's ..." Hermione said, smiling and shaking her head. "That's
... amazing. This morning you couldn't even touch and now you're

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having another baby? I don't even know what to say.
Congratulations!"

"It is brilliant, isn't it?" said Harry.
Ron only sat there, smiling widely again. "I like Valen," he said.
"So I'll probably like this next one as well."
Harry laughed.
Valen seemed to respond to hearing his name, bouncing excitedly
in his daddies' arms.
"Would you like a little sister?" Harry asked him.
Valen burbled at Harry and began pulling on his shirt, making his
little sucking noises.
Harry snorted and then raised his eyebrows. "You know," he
said, "you either give it up, or you'll be sharing in a few months and
I'm sure that would be just wonderful for Daddy Harry's nipples."
Ron made a face, looking amused as well, though.
Draco smiled. "He is eating more solid food now," he said. "He
just likes your magic milk better."
"Yes, well, I suppose anything would be better than that mushy
stuff, huh?" Harry said, kissing Valen's nose and getting to his feet,
holding his hand out for Draco.
"See you two later," Harry said happily, walking to the door again
with Draco.
Ron and Hermione gave each other amused looks as they
watched the family leave the room.
Draco quickly led them to their suite and settled his husband and
child – children, he thought – on the couch. Then he walked over to
the piano, smiling as he sat down and lifted the cover.
Harry hadn't stopped smiling yet and was still smiling as he took
his shirt off for Valen and turned his head to watch Draco play. It
was one of his favourite things in the world.
Draco played a love song, of course. He let his emotions flow
though his hands and into the music, finding himself crying as did.
As Harry watched Draco, he found tears coming to his own eyes.
The music was beautiful, and difficult to describe with any other
words. It was more a feeling than a sound, and it amazed him that it
could bring such a reaction.
Draco finished the piece and raised his right hand up to touch his

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cheeks, feeling how wet they were. He looked over at his family, eyes
shining both with tears and joy. "I love you," he said quietly.

"I love you," Harry said back "More than anything in the world."
Draco closed the piano and went to the couch, kneeling at
Harry's feet and hands resting on his husband's thighs. "Yes," he
agreed.
Valen had fallen asleep on Harry's chest again.
"Merlin, Draco, this is going to be brilliant," Harry said softly.
"I'm so happy right now I can't even ... God."
"Yes," Draco said, getting to his feet and reaching for Valen. He
hefted the small boy in his arms, Transfiguring a chair into a small
cot and laying the child inside it. Then he turned back to Harry.
"Order me to do something," he said.
Harry quirked one corner of his mouth up. "Kiss me," he said.
"Oh, but I want to do that," Draco smiled, but didn't move to
kiss him.
Harry let out a happy laugh.
"So the compulsion is gone and we know that even weeks
without sex didn't kill me. Just felt like it," the blond said.
Harry's face fell and he reached to pull Draco into his arms. "It
was awful," he said quietly.
"Yes, but it's done," Draco whispered, sliding into his lover's
embrace. "We are bound now but not with those provisions," he
said. "But I still want you every day for the rest of my life."
"You have made that very clear, my love," Harry said gently,
kissing Draco's hair.
"Including now, again," Draco said, raising his eyebrows.
Harry smiled and slid his hands down Draco's back. "Certainly,"
he said, kissing Draco's lips.
"So, you said you wanted to be able to order me and not have me
obey," Draco said, grinning. "What did you have in mind?"
"Hmm," Harry hummed, looking at Draco mischievously. "So
many things to choose from." He slid his hands further down to
grasp Draco's arse.
"Yes," Draco answered breathlessly, trembling at his husband's
touch. "Anything."
"Strip," Harry told him, voice already gone husky. "Strip and then

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let me suck your cock."
Draco stood stretching and then began to slowly unbutton his

shirt.
Harry licked his lips, his eyes on Draco's hands. "I know I tell you

this all the time," he said, "but you are so unbelievably sexy."
"I know," Draco answered, smiling smugly. He opened the shirt

and then unbuttoned the cuffs, shrugging out of it so that it fell off
his shoulders and slid down his arms.

Harry licked his lips again, itching to reach for Draco but wanting
to watch him undress. "I would never stop fucking you if I didn't
have to," he said.

"Never again," Draco said, whispering it like a prayer. Then he
kicked his shoes off and began to unfasten his trousers, watching
Harry as he did.

Harry grinned up at Draco. "I mean literally," he said, eyes
darting back to the pale hands.

Draco opened his trousers and then slid his right hand inside,
fondling his growing erection.

"Mmm, take it out and stroke yourself," Harry said, scooting up
so that he was sitting at the very edge of the sofa.

Draco gasped, using his silver hand to push his trousers and
shorts down over his hips as he caressed his own cock.

"Oh, fuck, yes. Like that," Harry said, swallowing. It was highly
possible that they were going to break their record. "Make it nice and
wet for me."

Draco moaned, spreading the pre-come down his length as he
caressed himself.

"Come here," Harry said after another moment, his own cock as
hard as rock, his body trembling with lust.

Draco stepped out of his trousers to stand naked in front of his
husband.

Harry reached out both hands and grabbed Draco's arse, pulling
him even closer. He grasped Draco's gorgeous, leaking cock, giving it
a long, slow lick from root to tip before he sucked the head into his
mouth, moaning in sweet satisfaction.

Draco released his own cock when Harry took hold and brought
his hand up to grip his lover's hair instead. "Yes, suck me," he

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encouraged. "I love your lips wrapped around me."
Harry would've replied with a, "Me too," but found he would

much rather keep his mouth right where it was. He answered instead
with a swirl of his tongue, sucking as noisily as he could.

"Can I fuck your mouth?" Draco asked, resisting the urge but
wanting more.

Harry grinned around Draco's cock, looking up at him as he
panted through his nose. He nodded, ready for it.

Draco gripped Harry's hair and brought the silver one up to hold
his shoulder and then he began to rock his hips, pushing himself into
his husband's mouth.

Harry moaned, letting his eyes fall shut as he allowed Draco to
push in as far as he could take him, trying to take even more of him.

"Fucking that beautiful mouth," Draco gasped, doing just that. "I
love fucking you, love that you do this to me!"

Harry absolutely loved what he could do to Draco as well,
thought it possible that he loved it even more than Draco did. He
delighted in being able to turn his husband on so strongly, adored the
fact that Draco wanted him all the time, every second of every day,
revelled in the feeling of so much love and desire. His head spun with
it and his cock throbbed with intense arousal.

Draco continued thrusting into his husband's mouth until he felt
his body coming to its release. He stopped then, pulling Harry's hair
tight. "Stop," he said.

Harry let out a whimpering sound, pausing despite not wanting
to.

Draco Summoned his wand, casting the Muting Spell on the cot.
"Such a beautiful mouth," he told his lover. "But I want to fuck you
again."

"Yeah," Harry groaned, still panting. "Fuck me hard." He flicked
his fingers to quickly remove his own clothes, gasping.

Draco smiled at the suddenly naked man, pulling him to his feet
and pressing his mouth over Harry's.

Harry kissed back hungrily, pulling Draco against his own body.
Draco plunged his tongue into his lover's mouth, groaning as he
felt Harry's cock press against his thigh and his own brush the man's
hip.

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Harry licked Draco's tongue with his own. He pulled their
mouths slightly apart so that he could drag his tongue along Draco's
lips, feeling the softness of them.

Trembling, Draco backed up until he reached the armchair. His
fingers continued to cup the back of Harry's head, pulling at his hair.
His silver hand slid down his back, cupping his arse.

Harry kissed Draco again, pressing his arse back. "Need lube?" he
asked, slicking his hand and pressing it between their bodies to stroke
Draco's erection.

Draco growled, pulling back and abruptly turning the two of
them before bending Harry over the arm of the chair.

"Fuck, you're so hot when you growl," Harry practically growled
himself, putting his arse on display in a way he knew had to look
terribly good.

"Yes, and I am going to fuck you until we both scream," Draco
promised, coating his fingers in the lube Harry had applied to his
cock.

"Fuck, yes," Harry breathed, his arse clenching in anticipation.
"Do you know how much I fucking love you fucking me?" he asked.
"There's nothing like that cock in my arse, nothing like the feeling of
your come in me."

Draco couldn't wait. "Better lube yourself then because I am
going to fuck you deep and hard," he promised, rubbing the head of
his cock against the other man's opening.

"Oh, fuck, just do it," Harry groaned, bracing himself. "Fuck
me."

Draco pressed in then, a smooth slide into his lover's spasming
body. He threw his head back with a gasp at the sensation. "Yesss!"
he hissed.

"Fuck!" Harry shouted, a shiver shooting up his spine and then
through his entire body. It hurt, but, fucking hell, that was what he
wanted. It was hardly fucking if it didn't hurt.

Draco grabbed both hips then and slid back, feeling his lover's
flesh tighten in resistance as he did.

Harry groaned deeply, his cock twitching and heavy between his
legs. "So fucking thick," he told Draco in that same type of groan.
"So perfect in my arse."

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"Yes, perfect arse," Draco said, thrusting hard into him again,
fingers digging into his flesh.

Harry gasped and cried out, throwing his head back as colours
seemed to explode behind his eyelids, like some of Fred and George's
fireworks.

Draco rocked, thrusting hard and fast into his lover's shuddering
body. He could feel that amazing power as Harry's magic crackled
over the two of them.

"I'm gonna come!" Harry announced loudly, pushing back. "Oh,
fuck! Fuck!" He shut his eyes even tighter, gripping the chair so hard
he figured either it was going to break or his fingers were.

"Yes, bring us!" Draco shouted, sweating as he thrust as hard and
fast as he could make himself move.

Harry's seed exploded out of him then, painting the chair cushion
with hot, sticky stripes of it. He shuddered and gasped, his arms
going limp so that he was slumped.

Draco thrust in deep, holding on tight when Harry's orgasm
flooded him with magic and he filled his husband with his seed. The
blond's back was arched and he shuddered violently in the grip of
pleasure so intense it hurt. He panted, his head spinning.

Harry let out small moans on every breath. He turned his head so
that he wasn't breathing directly into the chair. He couldn't even
think enough to string a sentence together.

Draco let loose his grip on Harry's hips, a little concerned that he
might have hurt him, especially with the silver hand. He grasped the
arm of the chair to hold himself still.

"Merlin," Harry finally managed, his body still limp.
"Just me," Draco teased, laying kisses in the centre of his lover's
sweaty back.
Harry smiled, both at the words and the kisses. "Better than
anyone I can think of."
Draco didn't want to pull loose from his lover's body but knew
he couldn't stand much longer. It had been a very long, amazing day.
He gently withdrew, sliding to his knees then as it caught up with
him.
Harry turned his head and then his body, wincing and groaning
with the soreness. He sat down in the chair strangely, his legs thrown